Truth from Cracks by The After

With twisted words you try to pull
The wool over your own eyes
Devious mind and chameleon tongue
Drips poison mixed with lies

Fact is like a shackle
And your desperate to break free
Redemption in a bottle
You blindly think it helps you see
You think your soothing all your sorrows
With every sip you drink
But it doesn't really dull the pain
No matter what you think

In your world full of counterfeit emotion
Paranoia and imagined slights
You wear mistruth like armour
To hide from the reality of your own life

Fact is like a shackle
And your desperate to break free
Redemption in a bottle
You blindly think it helps you see
You think your soothing all your sorrows
With every sip you drink
But it doesn't really dull the pain
No matter what you think

With twisted words you try to pull
The wool over your own eyes
Devious mind and chameleon tongue,
Drips poison mixed with lies
And all this time you've been searching
for your own version of the truth

Fact is like a shackle
And your desperate to break free
Redemption in a bottle
You blindly think it helps you see
You think your soothing all your sorrows
With every sip you drink
But it doesn't really dull the pain
No matter what you think

• Goth Punk
• Punk
• dark rock
• death rock
• post-punk
• United Kingdom